2. Celebrate socks as first Finished Object in three weeks. (Bless me knitting goddess, for I have sinned, it has been three weeks since my last Finished Object). Contemplate other remaining projects and their states of 3/4 done-ness and ponder how fast it is reasonable to assume they will reach state of 100% done-ness.

If you thought just plain knitting in public was subversive and hilarious, clearly you’re still thinking like a person who wears pants. I’d thought knitting in public was awesome, but I see now the error of my mistake. We should be pantsless.

I know a group did this in Toronto as well as New York (above), but dang. That’d be one memorable subway ride, for sure.

Knitting-wise, I’ve got lots on the go but nothing finished, and my bloggable thoughts seem to be at a low this week. Here’s hoping some FOs will come into the play next week! In the mean time, keep the knitting close by and thank goodness the weekend’s here soon.

For the last few years bloggers out there have been doing the Silent Poetry Reading in honour of St. Brigid, patron saint of poetry, on February 2nd, and every year I forget about it until it is too late. I am all too distracted by the Groundhog Day association (apparently 3 of the key North American groundhogs all predict a longer winter, so I guess that settles that). But this year, I have remembered, ta da!

The first poetry I was ever exposed to came from children’s books, of the Dr. Seuss and A.A. Milne variety, but there was also Shel Silverstein. I still have several of his humorous ones memorized, and still think they’re brilliant. I’ve been having trouble choosing one, but in the end – short and sweet is always good on a Monday, yes?

Early Bird

Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird
And catch the worm for your breakfast plate
If you’re a bird, be an early early bird –
But if you’re a worm, sleep late.

It’s a dangerous world out there, my friends. The world of yarn stores is seductive. Sure, you might have the best intentions in the world, you might tell yourself that you’re just going along to keep a friend company on her last Toronto yarn crawl ever before she moves away…You might even get out of the first stop relatively unscathed, with just DPNs and a spare cable needle. (You keep losing your cable needles).

And then, you’ll get to the next stop, and your willpower will suffer a blow. All those weeks you’ve been resisting stash enhancement, despite the Boxing Day sales and the January inventory sales and all the other tricks those yarn shops will throw at you…You’ll get there and discover the Lexie Barnes bags are on a ridiculous colours-retirement sale, and you’ll cave.

(It’s great. It’s totally coming to DC with me in two weeks as a carry-on handbag.)

But that won’t be it, no no. You’ll get to the cash and discover the conveniently impulse-purchase-located Tanis sock yarn, and the colour that would be ever so perfect for that pair of gift socks you need to make…

Then you’ll travel just down the road a bit and, what ho? You’ll discover their Tanis worsted. And you’ll think, gee, one skein would make a super cute pair of mitts…but then it’ll need a hat to match…And, well…

That’ll be that. Keep alert, my friends…it’s a dangerous world out there for knitters.